There is a wonderful power that comes when you know that someone will achieve something great due to your help.
She found herself wondering at what point in her life she had ceased to be Gulliver and had become the strings holding him to the ground.
Young people think they never can change, but they do in the most wonderful manner, and very few die of broken hearts.
A wonderful privilege it was to be thus admitted into the soul of a man of genius, to be allowed to share the ecstasies and the agonies of his inmost life.
By the way, if you get mad at your Mac laptop and wonder who designed this demonic device, notice the manufacturer's icon on top: an apple with a bite out of it.
She looked into Kirsten's eyes and wondered how it is that a soldier fights and a savior suffers, but a woman, in lying down, rules everything.
What was the point, I had to wonder, of fighting so hard to learn to protect my life if I was destroying it in the process?
Are you, monsieur, a man of your word?" "It really depends upon the word," Magnus said. "There are so many wonderful words...
After only a few moments in her presence, he found himself wondering what dragon he might slay for her.
Do you not see how strange and wonderful that is? That all history balances on an affair of the human heart?
She wondered again about her inclination to wish for things that made her so deeply unhappy.
Don't ever discount the wonder of your tears. They can be healing waters and a stream of joy. Sometimes they are the best words the heart can speak.
...nothing wonderful lasted forever. Joy was as fleeting as a shooting star that crossed the evening sky, ready to blink out at any moment.
And now it appeared that there was a mysterious Queen clothed by rumour with dread and wonderful attributes, and commonly known by the impersonal but, to my mind, rather awesome title of She.
I've been wondering," Isabelle commented reflectively over dessert, "if it is foolish to make new memories when you know you are going to lose them.
I am more than a little jealous that the wonder I am party to has been sprinkled over Salinger's gray head.
It was great to see the owls," I said. She smiled. "Yes. They're wild things, of course. Killers, savages. They're wonderful.
And wonder, dread and war have lingered in that land where loss and love in turn have held the upper hand.
She's been used to hiding her feelings for so long, no wonder her manner can be a little awkward.
Soldiers live. He dies and not you, and you feel guilty, because you're glad he died, and not you. Soldiers live, and wonder why.
He wondered fleetingly how many people who sat alone for hours as they scribbled their stories practiced talking about their work during their coffee breaks....
